Big Salmon Lake fallen so far, like a shooting star

Paranoia struck yet again, but this time, it had justification. He had only just detected her, his need for sustenance great. It blunted attentiveness. Such was the ventures of a rogue. Nevertheless, Vehiron did not fear for his life in this fleeting moment of weakness. If the beholder attacked, then so be it. He would try his hardest in killing them with as few traumas as possible.            ...These thoughts, while a tad over the top, were put to rest as the woman made her entrance. She did not move daintily, no. Rather, she moved with purpose, not weighed down by anything other than common sense. Perhaps she was a woman who cared not for first impressions, be they positive or otherwise. He hoped so; he so reveled baser company, as they were painless to figure out.             Vehiron finished up with a loud smacking of his lips, the bones at his feet pristine beneath the dying ambiance of dusk. He rose, and met her hardihood in a similar style. Alert, he looked her over just as she did him, taking in all that she had to offer. She was quite...hefty. There was hardly any finesse in her physique, nor in the lines of her visage, and yet, she was definitely a female.             Habitually, he made the motion to speak, but the words expired on his tongue. His blue-plum eyes met her earthen ones, and he made a snap decision to let the bullfrog refrain fill the silence between them. In place of words, he beckoned her to the lake's edge, where salmon flitted about in an annoyingly carefree manner. He gave her a look, as if to inquire: can you catch one?